Stray Kids Reaction To Crush Not Believing In Love Because Of Past Heartbreak

Boundaries - Corpse Husband

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Summary: Her chat goes crazy when they learn that Corpse and her will be streaming together. 

Note(s): This was written for @stylistiquements​ Corpse Husband Writing Event. My prompt was: “You said I had to be honest with you.” Also, wrote this as a birthday present for myself because I had nothing better to give myself. So, happy birthday to me!!!

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Stuff me up, daddy

Pairing- Sugar daddy! Fatgum x f!reader

Warnings- Daddy kink, Feeding kink, size difference (I checked his height for this particular fic and holy crap he's a fucking 250cm guy!), fingering, Cum eating and cunnilingus. For such a sweet guy in canon he has too much Lewd potential when it comes to writing smut for him

A/N- This is my piece for the collab 'sugar babies' hosted by @tamakisbunnygirl

"Just one more bite kitten" Taishiro cooed gently in your ear, the sweet scent of the cake that was hovering right next to your mouth made your insides clench with disgust.

It was during these times that you felt the most helpless, like a doll that was just here to look pretty and satiate his hunger. Whenever he'd be home you would find yourself naked in nothing but the glittering tiara adorned with pink diamonds that you thought were ridiculously huge. A Princess look is incomplete without her tiara, is what he'd say and just like with the jewelleries, Taishiro had a habit of going overboard when it came to loving you.

"Ngggh, no.... 'm too full", you could barely speak, let alone move your overfed body in retaliation. Your big boyfriend feeding your wa not a new occurrence, he'd always spoon feed you all your meals and snacks whenever he had the chance and it wasn't that long in your relationship when he suggested doing this in the bedroom as well. Youre already half dazed with the amount of food being shoved into your mouth and the other two fingers of his hand right up your pussy.

Taishiro's fingers suddenly hits your g-spot, the surge in pleasure pulls you back from your reverie and you find yourself flush against his chest, the new skin to skin contact made you sweat and moan out incoherent words. Moving his two thick fingers with more vigor, he lets your slick coat them while softly massaging your sloppy insides, your moans of mixed pleasure and discomfort getting muffeled by the spoon hovering right below your lips.

"It's okay baby just open your mouth and by the time you're done chewing I promise I'll make you cum again... So be a good girl for me...", He brings his lips near he shell of your ear, his breezy voice making you shiver.

His offer would be more than tantalizing if you hadn't cum like 4 times already but ass soon as you saw his big puppy dog eyes and the hopeful glint in them, you couldn't stop your mouth from obeying his pleas.

Just one more bite wouldn't hurt you thought and as soon as you parted your lips, your mouth got filled with the sweet cream of the expensive looking cake that was now almost gone. You turn your eyes downward to look at his hand moving in and out of you and you could feel your orgasm building up again and you wondered how he can still keep going without spraining his wrist.

It wasn't going to be as intense as the first or second one but your gonna like it anyway amd it helps a lot that his hands were humungous. With your clit being rubbed by his thumb you didn't even had the time to swallow the cake properly before your were hit with the familiar waves of euphoria.

With your entire body shaking and streams of drool running on the side of your face and neck by the time you calmed down, Taishiro moved himself from where he was supporting you from behind and let you lay down comfortable.

He licked all the trails of drool from the side of your face, to all the way to your neck and down to your leaking cunt before speaking, "Now it's my time to eat".

shigaraki likes it when you pull his hair.

he’s never going to admit it, but when your fingernails scratch the scalp at the back of his neck, when you tug just a little too hard, he goes feral.

maybe it’s the burn at the root of his hair, or the threat of baring his neck to you, but it turns him on - he growls, tipping his chin up to you and esxposing rough, cut flesh along his jawline, in a vicious salute to your gall.

he’ll hiss cruel words, ask, “is that how you wanna play, bitch?” and claw at your body like you claw at his, fucking a second load of come into your battered pussy. he’s careful not to let the fifth finger drop, drawing blood beneath his jagged nails while he pounds into your cunt, dick throbbing as you stake your claims upon each other’s bodies.

🥵🥵 I don't need to add anything to this sweet fantasy, but I'll just say I would mark that man's neck up so quick, and happily let him leave hickeys and bites all over me. Like please sir

Nobody:

Sabo: what’s wrong bby gUrL?

May I please ask headcanons of ASL brother separately whom s/o has an habit of hugging them behind when they're sad/lonely and needed their comfort. (Like you don't need to say 'I'm sad', using actions instead to express their feelings)

Hi!! thank you for your request! I hope you like what I wrote about this three sunshine boys 🌻. Thanks for the support ~

ASL brothers HC with S/O who needs comfort ~

🔥 Portgas D. Ace 🔥

Ace always seems to get scared when you hug him from behind, so his reaction always makes you giggle.

He knows when you are like this you are like a puppy looking for comfort and love, mainly because you might be feeling down. So, he usually turns around, passes his arms around your waist, and hugs you really tight. “What is it, my Firefly?”, he says and kisses the crown of your head. You like to nuzzle on his shoulders and enjoy the scent of his skin. Ace rubs your back with that special warm he always produces on your body.

If you don’t tell him the reasons you feel down, he instantly associates that someone or even himself caused your sadness. He won’t rest until he understands the reasons. If it happens to be someone who hurt you, they will suffer his wrath!

If you are just down, he invites you with a “Let’s go take some fresh air!”, as he enjoys nature a lot, and you know that his adventurous spirit always makes you feel renovated. An adventure with him always cheers you up!

Ace uses 蛍火 /ほたるび / Hotarubi spell. He named this type of technique after he came up with your nickname. Hotarubi means “Firefly”. Ace creates glowing green little fireballs that float around. Despite this being one of his attacks, it’s also amazing to look at, even magical. He cast that spell around you to make you feel happy. And you love it ~

🍖 Monkey D. Luffy 🍖

“Are you hungry, Y/N?”, is the first thing he asks you whenever you hug him from behind. Luffy associates being hungry with being sad, so he knows exactly something’s wrong if you come to him. He wraps his arms around you with his gomu gomu no mi powers. Sometimes you must tell him you are about to die because you can’t breathe. He lets you go and shows that smile that turns any night into a beautiful summer day.

“If you are sad, you should eat what you like”, he always tells you, so instantly runs to Sanji asking him to please prepare your favourite dishes. He has tried cooking for you before, but he failed, so he lets the expert do his job. Even if you may not be hungry, you accept it. That’s his love language.

Same as Ace, he asks who made you suffer, and will beat the hell up of those who hurt his lovely “meaty” -that’s how he calls you-

If you are feeling really down, he will put his most valuable treasure over your head and press it down really hard. The straw hat has a special power, every time you have it over your head, you feel secure, you feel protected and loved.

If you feel sick, he will paint his whole face with marker, and make faces to you so you can laugh at him. He is your sunshine, you only need to see his smile to feel cheered up.

🎩 Sabo 🎩

Sabo somehow always knows when you are feeling down, so whenever you hug him from behind, he lets you brush his hair -he usually doesn’t like it, but when you are sad, he allows it-.

Sabo puts his hat on you, and grabs you by your hand, “what’s wrong babygirl?”, he asks. Yet, if you just feel lonely or not prepared to speak about the reasons, he will respect that and simply hug you after.

He tells you to go to bed, prepares your favourite tea, hot cocoa or whatever you prefer to drink and brings it to you. “Make some space”, he says, and hops into bed next to you. Sabo reads you stories, or simply makes them up while you lay on his chest. He also likes to brush your hair and kiss your forehead.

If you are sick or are a person who has periods, he will take care of you staying by your side the whole night. He even brings you sweets and plushies. Sabo is the definition of sweetness.

ADHD Peter Parker, please! Like ADHD underestimation. I wanna know how Tony would help Peter with his underestimation. I also wanna know Peter's stims he does. If you can that would be great!

Remember to drink water! -💜

when did you send me this ask? i did not get a notification so i didn't see it, i'm so sorry /gen

without further ado:

adhd peter parker headcanons

- peter gets understimulated very easily, more than most people with adhd even. it might be because of his powers or his genius mind, or a combination of both

- both peter and tony have hyperfixated on the band queen (tony got peter into it but now they're both equally obsessed), so whenever peter is understimulated tony reminds him that he can listen to queen (peter, like most people with adhd, forgets he can listen to music to seek stimulation)

- brian may's guitar playing, roger taylor's falsetto voice, and freddie mercury's voice in general are auditory stimulation heaven for them (i will admit i am projecting here)

- they listen to queen, but also to other artists together and happy stim!! (peter got tony into conan gray and olivia rodrigo, tony will not admit he loves their music to anyone else)

- peter has a science fiction special interest/hyperfixation, and tony happily listens to his rants and theories (tony is always more than happy to listen to peter, but he often brings up peter's hyperfixations to cheer peter up when he's sad)

- like the gen-z transmasc he is, peter listens to the magnus archives (a horror anthology podcast), though he can only listen to it in bus or car rides or when he's exercising, otherwise he can't focus. he also has a vocal stim where he hums the intro music, and another stim where he talks in jonathan sims' accent sometimes,,, he also listens to the podcast when he's understimulated. tony has often walked in on peter, working in the lab, with a very eery, unsettling story being heard very loudly through the speakers, along with creepy string music playing in the background. he doesn't know why peter like this stuff

- he is hyperactive, and rarely hyperfixates on things or activities he needs to stay still for a long time for, like reading. the only book he hyperfixated on was red, white and royal blue (mj and ned got him into it and he loved it)

- peter definitely stims by jumping up and down (no this is not just me projecting /s),, he also jumps up and down on any surface he can stand on (e.g. walls or the ceiling)

- he also like,,, wiggles his shoulders as a stim, that one is usually for listening to good music

- he has many vocal stims, though because of ableist society (f*** ableists btw) he only feels comfortable stimming vocally when he's alone

- some of his vocal stims include: humming whatever song he's obsessed with at the moment (a lot of the time it's "discord" or "my ordinary life" by the living tombstone)

- another vocal stim of his is just,,, screaming, usually to relieve stress

- he has many fidget toys, although they tended to break easily until tony made him fidget toys that withstand his super strength (this idea is one i've mentioned before, and @human-salt-shaker-aka-cf-fighter was the one who came up with it, it's an awesome idea /gen)

- he also really likes blue things, idk if it's a visual stim but it makes him feel calm

- he has a very secret crystal and rock collection that started from his witchcraft hyperfixation but the crystal obsession kept resurfacing even after he decided witchcraft isn't for him (he does sometimes stir intention into his coffee or tea but shhh no one can know)

- he has a pressure stim which is partly the reason why he "forgets" to take off his binder after 8 hours of wearing it (tony, may, happy and ned are worried and so am i)

ok so these are just a few unorganised and messy thoughts, and i probably went off-topic a few times but hey-ho. i'm sorry i took so long to reply, i literally did not know this was in my inbox??? anyway, i hope you like these headcanons, and if you have anything more specific in mind, feel free to send another ask (also: thank you for reminding me to drink water/gen)!

I‘m really happy that you would write for Fruits Basket. So may I request Shigure Sohma helping is s/o study for an exam, please?Just some fluff, maybe he gives her a kiss after every correct answer.

Oh my, it is for the doggo, who is the goodest boi?

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Character: Shigure Sohma

A/N: Reader is college/university age, because otherwise it is kinda awkward. 

“You got that wrong.”

An elegant finger tapped on your sheet, hovering over one particular character on your sheet. Pouting you went back over the question, eyes squinting as you cracked your brain on what the answer was instead.

“This is too hard. Why do I need to study this again,” you groaned, letting yourself fall back.

The author chuckled, picking up your sheet once more as he checked your answers. “You are indeed doing terribly, dear,” was all the older man said as you threw him a glare.

“Oh, were you hoping for me to say otherwise?” he grinned, putting your sheet back down again as several of your answers were crossed out.

Rolling over to your side you leaned with your head onto your hand, your elbow balancing on the floor. A huff escaped you as you waved him away with your other hand.

“Not everyone can be a literary genius wasting himself away with trashy romance novels,” you grumbled in response, though you knew that it was hardly an insult that could touch the man.

“What can I say,” he mused, picking up your workbook again as he flicked through it. “Romance is what sells, not my literary genius.” Stopping at a certain page he then tapped on it once more, signalling for you to raise up again.

“Copy this row ten times,” Shigure smiled, though you knew that he didn’t mean to reassure you, or comfort you. No, the Sohma was by no means a kind man. In fact, he was a harsh man, but always pushing you to go further and beyond your own limits, believing in you more than you sometimes believed in yourself.

Whining you scrunched up your nose, crossily turning your head away as you harrumphed at the man next to you. Another escaped him as he slowly got up, his shadow hovering over you as he trapped you between his arms.

“You could be a literary genius as well, [Name],” he whispered before leaning in and stealing your lips.

“You just need to practice if you want more.”

With that he had escaped your hold once more, his hand lazily waving in the air as he turned his back to you, walking off towards the kitchen for some much-needed tea.

Heaving a sigh to yourself you picked up your pencil, practising your kanji once more with a grumble.

atsumu’s not going to college.

it’s not what he wants, and it’s not a requirement for his plans for the future. he has a one track road set for going pro in the volleyball industry, and he has no plans for detours slowing him down.

that was always “the plan”, and you were not part of it — you were always going to college, and you were going to spend the full time there making sure your future’s on the right track.

that’s why he broke up with you.

the two years he spent with you throughout high school gone down the drain the second he decided this would be better for him — and he feels like he’s wrong, because he still checks on you when you’re not looking — but atsumu’s dead set on the fact that he’ll only slow you down if he kept you with him.

or so, until now.

“atsumu, it’s two in the morning.” you tell him, your yawns coming in a drip drop motion as you try to understand what he’s doing in front of you right now.

it’s been two weeks since you last saw him — two weeks since the breakup — two weeks of no calls, texts or even acknowledgements from in between classes or study halls.

but now he’s here, standing on your doorstep, and you’re not really sure if you want him to be.

atsumu tells you, “i have a solution.”

“it’s two in the morning.” you remind him again.

and he only repeats, “i have a solution.”

your eyebrows furrow, “do you want to come inside?”

“no,” he shakes his head, his nose red from the cold, and he tells you, “you have to listen to me.”

you bring your arms up to your chest, not feeling so warm yourself, and you hate that he chose to do on the coldest night of the month.

you tell him, “i can listen to you inside.”

and he only replies, “i have a solution.

and you frown, “so we’re not going inside.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about, all you know is that you’re still upset with him for ghosting you right after breaking up with you, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to forgive him for that yet.

you sigh, “why are you here?”

and he nods, “because i can get a job — i’ll work on the volleyball thing most hours of the day — but whenever i’m free, i can take shifts in the local café near your campus.”

you cut him off, “wait — my campus?”

“yeah,” atsumu nods, “i checked, and they have an opening and i can totally get a job there.”

atsumu? with a job? at a cafe? you can’t even put it to words, but you’re unsure when he visited your campus, unsure why he’s even doing all this in the first place.

“a job?” you raise a brow, “why do you need a job?”

atsumu ignores your question, shivering as the cold hits him, his breath turning white as it leaves his mouth, and he continues, in a frantic fit, “i have a car, it’s for my 20th birthday but my dad agreed he can give it to me early — and i have a lot saved up so there’s that for an apartment too.”

you’ve never seen atsumu be so nervous, you’ve seen him before his games and after his losses, but he’s never looked like this — never looked so worried.

“slow down.” you break through his endless string of sentences, your eyebrows furrowing as you’re still so confused and lost of what’s going on, and you say, “it’s two am.”

atsumu doesn’t respond.

you touch his arm, “have you slept?”

he feels silly — this is the first time you’ve seen him in two weeks and he must look insane to you already. he doesn’t care, he’s tired, he misses you, he’s been missing you for two weeks, and he hasn’t stopped.

atsumu looks at you, “i don’t want to break up with you.”

you stare back at him, blinking profusely as if trying to make of the situation, and your heart softens as easily as it leaps — because you didn’t want to break up with him either.

he still looks frantic, like he’s a second away to pull his hair out, and you’d offer to let him inside the house one more time, but you’ve got a strong feeling that he’d just say no again.

“i have the place, the car, the job — you have college and i’ll have my volleyball — and i know this isn’t what we planned, but i have the solution and i really think we can make this work.” atsumu tells you all of this, a straight (frantic) tone coming through his words, he catches his breath, and he’s ready to talk to you again.

but your eyes are gentle, “what are you talking about?”

he looks at you, like he’s nervous to be looking at you, a huge lump in his throat the he needs to be swallowing down soon since he’s gone too long without speaking — and he’s nervous, because this situation earns him every right to be nervous.

he’s only 20, unsure of every decision he’s making towards his future, but he’s just spent the last two weeks without you, and the first real thing he’s realized is that there’d be nothing worse than that.

the night is cold.

atsumu stares, “will you marry me?”

Requesting 29,38 and 79 for Shigure. Like maybe summoner wakes up from a nightmare and Shigure is there to comfort them? He’s such a sweet boy uwu

He is such a sweet boy;; I need the soft content so this is just as much for me as it is for you, darling;; I hope you enjoy! ♡

“By tomorrow I’ll be left in the darkness amongst your cold sheets, and your shoes will be gone, and your body warmth no longer beside me.” - Tomorrow

Shigure’s asleep, mostly. He’s dreaming some sort of dream, but he can’t really remember exactly what it is. At the very least, it’s given him a happy feeling, so perhaps its okay that he can’t fully remember.

From mostly asleep, he shifts to fully awake at the sound of his name. He opens his eyes and its still dark, the middle of the night. For a moment, he thinks he imagined someone calling his name, but it comes again, very softly.

“Shigure…?”

“Yes, my love?” his response is returned just as softly, accompanied by the rustle of sheets as he turns to face you.

There’s a loud sniffle that’s never a good sign, but the sound is muffled as you too turn, this time away from him. The nasally sound that comes with crying invades your voice as you make a request, “D-Don’t look at me.”

“It’s too dark, I can’t see anything,” he reassures, but there’s a soft tinge of worry in his words. It’s the middle of the night, why are you crying? Has something happened while he was asleep? As he waits for a response, he can’t help but worry a little more.

“I… I had a bad dream.” This too comes with a loud sniff and Shigure swears he can hear the tears you’re crying. 

Hesitant, he voices a question, one that had been rattling around in his head moments before. “Would you like to talk about it?”

The bed moves as you shake your head from side to side. No, you wouldn’t like to talk about it but… “I wanted to know if you were okay.”

Shigure’s mouth opens into an O shape as he realizes what you mean. It was one of those dreams, the type that plague everyone in the army. The sort of dream in which the people you love die and there’s nothing you can do to help. 

Before he can reply, you continue to speak. “I’ll… I’ll be fine. I just needed to… to hear your voice.”

Something in Shigure’s heart melts at that and he can’t help himself from shuffling a bit closer to embrace you from behind. “It’s alright,” he says, “I’m here.”

There’s another sniffle from you and he swears he can hear the tears falling from your eyes, so he opens his mouth and begins to sing, soft and quiet to soothe your fears. The soft, anchoring pressure of his arms along with the soothing lull of his voice stop your tears after a minute, helping you fall asleep after a few more.

Even once he knows you’re sleeping, Shigure sings a few more lines, just to make sure. Placing a soft kiss to the back of your head, he lets himself drift off as well. This time, he hopes, your dream will be much better.

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